this pull is more than just gravity.

***Ranked #4 in Non-fiction - "It's a thing of beautiful nonsense to be young." ***Featured original non-fiction for Pivot TV's Secret Lives of Americans. I Drew a Monkey in a Math Book and Now I'm Married is the true story of how I met my wife Jennie and our awkward teenage romance that followed. The book began as little more than a simple blog post about what it is like being married at the age of 18 and life 10 years later. As I began to catalog more and more of our story, I realized that what I had written was far more than just a blog post. It was a full chronicle of the the year leading up to when we were married and the precious memories that serve as the genesis of our family's story. In the end, it was a poor man's gift to his wife on the morning of their tenth anniversary, dedicated to her and shared with anyone wishing to experience a true teenage romance. I Drew a Monkey in a Math Book and Now I'm Married includes our personal coming of age story between two lovers on the in the twilight of childhood and adult life. You'll see our real life twists of fate, pitfalls and triumphs together, what we learned along the way, and the anecdotes of the misadventures of youth, including, but not limited to a touch of vandalism and the rewards that come with taking risks. I hope you enjoy the first few pages of our Book of Love. Some of it is transcendental. Some of it's just really dumb.

A quiet afternoon is infinitely more interesting when you add a young man who claims to be a time-traveler, a half-completed shopping list, and an unhealthy amount of sarcasm. {Written 2014}

Sekhmet- Egyptian goddess of war and destruction. This is a free verse/free rhyme poem. Its not edited. Please leave feedback so the edited version can be fire.

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Three short thoughts. Cover by the lovely @Squidsandfotzen

Words are the dim shadows of the forgotten ones, the ones left behind - they are the smiles of the saddened, and the frowns of the kind.

Daniel Husseini writes to Victoria Edgecombe. And then Sarah D'Souza replies.

So this is where everything goes down. When the mind screams for freedom but the heart won’t let go from the key. When the imprisoned and innocent captive doesn't have more space available for all his painful memories and needs to breathe again in open spaces. However, the prisoner cannot get rid of the memories while the heart clutches the key like it’s the only thing worth living for. Who can judge him? He beats for that key. What he doesn't know yet is that if he holds it for much longer, it will only end in his shattering and the mind’s suffocation.